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Queen Tenanye Ananse

"Welcome to the Country of Anansai, may we bring you good fortune."

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a character in “Crowns, Empires & Swords”, as played by MaliceInWonderland

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Name: Tenanye Ananse
Age: 22
Build:
Slender, Tall and Mildly Curvy.
Personality:
Tananye is very focused. She observes everything at a glance and make sure she has all information before making a decision. She is methodical and meticulous. She makes sure nothing is left undone, yet she is playful and kind. She does not judge anyone for anything, as is quick to take their side.

She can often be found playing with the local children. At the same time, she has inherited her father's short temper and while she isn't inherently violent, she is quick to speak her mind and she is quite skilled with a bo staff, on top of the gifts she received from the Spider Goddess, Anansi, with her great strength, speed and immunity to vemon.

Where they live:Image
The Empire of Anansai, she lives in the Capital city of Ntontan.

What/ who they are:
Tenanye is the Queen of Anansai, She was the heiress to the throne as her parents never had any sons. As of now, she acts as an ambassador to the Allied Countries and a little known fact as that she is a brilliant strategist.

She is also known as the Spider Warrior, to the Dothraki.
And The Human Avatar to the Spider Goddess Anansei, herself, Often called the Spider Queen, Lloth, or even Anansi.




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History:
WIP

Skills:
Singing
Chess
Reading People
Playing the Flute
Bo Staff
Traditional Dance.
Thread Weaving
Immunity to all Spider venom
Proportional Strength of a Spider.

Other: Tenanye is the Queen, without a King to rule at her side, many times, Kings have tried to take Anansai by force but have met with the Spider Queen's vicious army.

So begins...

Queen Tenanye Ananse's Story

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"Y-you wish to go where, Your Grace?"

Queen Tenanye stood staring at the golden statue of Anansi, the Spider Goddess, her arms folded behind her back, her midnight hair flowing down her back with silver webbing extending down to the bottom of her hair, giving the appearance of white hair. Her body hugged by a long orange Khanga, that crisscrossed over her shapely chest, and draped down trailing across the marble floor of the throne room. Her bare bronze arms alight with a golden hue that reflected from the statue, showing off the Ananse Ntonten, the mark of Anansai, inked into her skin. Her pet Tarantula, Nanji resting on her uninked shoulder. Tenanye's dark eyes narrowed but she never turned.

"You heard what I said, I will be going to South Pacific to open trades." Tenanye said, her voice stern as she looked upon the statue.

This statue did the Goddess no justice. But how could they have known, no one has seen the Goddess, besides her.

"B-but, Milady, The attacks, we are-"

"Defenseless, Weak, Which is exactly why I am going, I intend to strengthen our military once more." She said, after turning sharply to face the aging advisor, Qi.

"But Milady, You've been to South Pacific before,"

"Khall Jinn, is long dead..." "serves him right..." she added in her head.

Qi sighed. "Milady, I do not advise-"

Tenanye rose a hand, silencing the old man. "You are an advisor, Qi, whilse I appreciate your opinion, I don't much care for it on this matter. I am not a Princess anymore, I am your Queen, we are going to South Pacific, I have already sent word, via messager falcon, It just be arriving, That'll be all."

With that, Tenanye turned back to the statue as Qi scurried out the door.

"That was a little harsh, Don't you think?"[i]Anansi said, her face appearing out of the statue.

Tenanye sighed, having become accustomed to Anansi appearing to her. Every since becoming the Goddess' Avatar, Tenanye has been getting visits from Anansi.

"He does not trust me [i]Megami-sama,
They believe me weak, I need to show them, I am no longer the Princess they believe me to be."

"So you do that through show of force?"

"Of course not, but I needed to make myself clear."

"You were quite clear, however you are not your father, you needn't be so brash, Find your own way to rule, in time they will see you as the Queen you are,"
Tenanye sighed and approached her father's throne. 6 monthes it's been, since the attack, while she was away, a vicious group known to the people of Anansai as the Shadow People, crumbled Anansai's military forces, as well as a good percentage of the people. Her mother and father were among the dead.

Tenanye was left with what was left of Anansai to rule, but none of the elders believe her fully fit to rule, especially during times of war, she was a Peace Ambassador.

She'd been trying to use her father's old tatics, show of force, toughness, to get the people to believe in her but all it seemed to do is get them to fear her, especially now with her connection with the Goddess. She was physically stronger, her senses higher, her temper, breathtaking and she had the ability to control the Spiders of Anansai, they feared her for sure.

"Am I doing the right thing?" She asked, running her fingers over the embossed wood of her father's throne.

"Do not concern yourself with what others think of you, Do only what you believe is best."

"But I don't know what that is-"

Tenanye turned to find the image of the Goddess, static,

She sighed, and let Nanji crawl into her palm. "I suppose we shall be going to South Pacific then... I just hope I can convince them...."

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"Are you really leaving. Tenanye-sama?" said almond-eyed girl, wth teal grey eyes.

Tenanye smiled down at her, smoothed down her hair. "I'm sorry, Chiyo, I have to go." Tenanye crouched down, Nanji shifting some on her shoulder.
"I'm going to try to make some friends. I'll return as soon as I can, I promise."

Chiyo nodded but looked sad. "Chiyo..."

"It's just that, the last time you left...."

Tenanye pulled the girl into a hug and kissed the top of her head. "We have Anansi on our side, she'll protect you, she'll watch after all of us."

"But you are Anansi." Chiyo said and Tenanye sighed. Most people revered her as a Goddess, due to her abilities but she never felt she was one. She felt unbelievably human.

"I am not Anansi, Chiyo, I am just me." She said, but she no longer knew who that was.

Chiyo smiled thinnly and Tenanye rose. "I have to go now, Chiyo, I will return as soon as I can, I will bring you something back." She said and Chiyo grinned widely, revealing a few missing baby teeth.

Tenanye smiled, gave the girl a kiss to her forehead and made her way toward the convoy that would take her and her Advisor Qi, to South Pacific.

Tenanye didn't know why but she felt a stillness in the air, like right before a violent storm...

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Robert looked up to find a spirit standing before him, or was it the spirits coursing through his system that made him think that? She was announced to be Queen Tenanye Ananse of Anansai. A land Robert had heard about, yet never seen. Probably due to the fact that Anansai was a peaceful country. A country of silk makers and spider worshipers but a people who valued their peace. A worthy endeavor to be sure but one that would bore Robert to death were he born an Anansai. Clearing his throat Robert pushed the serving girl off his lap with a quick slap to her backside. She giggled and pranced away allowing King Robert Baratheon to get to his feet. His first thought of the Spider Queen was simple and blunt. "God's she's small" He thought yet then again, Robert was a massive man and to him, most women seemed small. By all rights the girl had a few inches on Queen Amelia Stormborn yet that fact didn't strike the king who was well into his cups.

Robert gave her a friendly smile and a kingly nod as he extended his hand out to the feast underway.

"Well the festivities are not over yet as you can well see. We have meat, drink, and enjoyment a plenty. Please, make yourself comfortable and get something to eat. Tonight, you are my guest."

Robert was about to dismiss her when he spotted his nephew looking sullen as a orphan boy, sitting along on the dais drinking alone.

"Oh before I forget, seeing as how you missed the joust you don't know. That lad there, he's my nephew. Orys is his name, Prince Orys as of now. I just named him my heir."

Robert said proudly with a beaming drunken grin. Leaning in he nudged her gently with his elbow as he threw a thumb in Orys' direction.

"Introduce yourself to the future king would you? Maybe a beauty like yourself can turn that frown of his the right way round, eh?"

With that Robert Baratheon took his leave. A cup of wine called him and that boxum maid seemed lonely without his kingly grace.

As the king met the ruler of Anansai a man who grew up in Flea Bottom was staring at a ghost in finery with a wicked smile.

"Are you daft lass?"

Dvaos said in a hushed whisper as he grabbed her wrist.

"Escaping the dungeon? They found the body of the guard you killed. They want your head, I won't be able to stop them twice."

His concerns halted as his mind reviewed what Robyn had said. Davos paused and stared at her in concern and even fear.

"What business partner? What have you gotten yourself into?..."

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The festivities were a welcome diversion, Moloch supposed, though he would have preferred Drake City's over the general debauchery which King Robert Baratheon indulged in. He was seated next to Ser Orys, now Prince Orys, and, while Cyrus enjoyed listening to an old Pacific song he heard in his youth, Eirene was becoming increasingly agitated. This, of course, came as no surprise to Moloch. These festivities did not foster the most respect for women, even dangerous women such as herself.

"You fought well, ser knight, but I am sure you are a lady beneath that armor," one of the joust's constestants slurred. Cyrus began to count under his breath as Eirene's body tensed. On three, she had tossed the knight, armor and all, across the room and into a roasted bore. Coincidentally, his head became stuck in its mouth.

"I cannot say the irony is lost on me," Eirene stated with a smirk. Cyrus laughed uproarously and Moloch smirked. He raised an eyebrow, however, when he saw a familiar face in the crowd. So, the pirate queen had escaped already. He gave a nod to Cyrus, who excused himself to use the privy. Soon enough, he would be walking unseen near the sea captain and the older knight Moloch, meanwhile, turned to speak with his friend.

"You look as if you are condemned to death rather than being made heir to an entire kingdom. You should not be troubled. You have the respect and love of your people and you are a capable warrior. Not to mention you are of royal blood and have plenty of common sense. If this kingdom can survive your uncle, it can survive you."

He couldn't resist a small chuckle as the king chose this moment to introduce Orys to the Queen of the Ananse.

"Well, your uncle certainly understands arranged marriages if that is what he meant."

***
"Of all your reckless stunts, Prince Kallias, this is the worst," a bearded magi told a youth on horseback. Accompanied a full company of Drake knights, the two rode into the desert, the magi a little more reluctantly than the youth, "King Moloch left you in charge of the Royal Court and you just abandoned your duty to chase after one of your imaginary quests!"

"The city is in good hands. Steward Vandoler is a good man. And it's not an imaginary quest. I have a younger sibling to find," Kallis replied easily.

"A bastard sibling. In the Caliphate! If Caliph Khaled is anything like his father, he will not be pleased you came unannounced. And your relation could be anywhere. Your father did not care. Neither should you," the magi stated.

"I am your prince," he reminded him.

The magi sighed, "Oh King Moloch, why did you have to inherit your father's brains and leave nothing for this one?"

***

"Farid! Prepare a tray of refreshments. I want you them to be ready as soon as the Caliph requests his evening tea," the head servant ordered, her hands on her hips. Farid looked up from where he was cleaning a set of silverware in the kitchen. Truthfully, he was lucky to be employed in the Caliph's kitchens, but that didn't mean he didn't long to take a break in the gardens.

"Yes, mistress," he stated, doing as she ordered. His mother had been a servant as well, but she had died a year ago. He wished he knew who his father was, but that was just wishful thinking. He could be anyone really. He looked foreign so he could have been a visiting ambassador, but that was small comfort. Truthfully, he didn't care anymore. He just wished something more exciting would happen than washing dishes.

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Tenanye smiled graciously as King Robert greeted her with a kingly bow, inviting her as a guest to the revelry.

"Arigato gozimasu." She nodded.

Then in a surprising and drunken breech of etiquette, He leaned over and nudged her gently and called her attention to the sad looking young lad drinking alone.

Her advisor Qi seemed to be more interested in the young man then she was. Tenanye was not unaware of her beauty, and in time as an Ambassador she could use that to her advantage but as Queen, she had to protect herself from situations like this. She looked over at the man named Orys and recognized the expression.

He was overwhelmed.

Tenanye smiled at the King's suggestion. "Of course. Your Majesty," She said and made her way over to the man ordering Qi to stand aside.

"Konbanwa." She said to the new prince and the King of Drake.

"Good evening." She said and bowed to the two. "I am Pr-Queen Tenanye Ananse," She said, flushing some at the mistake she'd caught herself making. "A pleasure to meet you both." She said with a soft smile.




"Are you daft, Lass." Davos barked in a hushed tone. Robyn laughed as he snatched her wrist. "Daft, no, Perhaps a little mad." She said with a shrug.

Risking her life was something she did on a daily, this was merely fun for her, she hoped she'd cause a bit of a riot.

"Escaping the dungeon. They found the body of the guard you killed. They want your head. I can't save you twice."

"My head, my arse, They all want some part of me, I really don't much concern of it." She said nonchalancly.

Then a thought struck Davos.

"What business parnter...?What have you gotten yourself into?"

Robyn laughed, it was scary given that fact that she was sober.

"Oh, you're concerned about what I've gotten myself into, Where was then concern when I was 8? Hmm?" She said and began dancing with him.

She seemed completely insane but actually, she was scanning the room, She saw The Spider Queen, as well as Cryus slinking by, King Moloch with Orys and now the Spider Queen and King Robert off, fondling the maid who Robyn thought couldn't possibly walk up right if she wanted to.

"As for my business parnter, You could come with me and find out?" She said and stopped. "It'll be fun."
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Orys tried to smile but found little joy into him to do so. He turned to Moloch, his closest friend and shook his head.

"I don't feel like a Prince Moloch. I certainly don't feel like a king..."

Orys sighed and rubbed his brow with his thumb and fore finger. Looking up and out onto the sea of people feasting and drinking all Orys wanted to do was get on his horse and ride off. Turning to Moloch he couldn't help but marvel at his friend. Now he looked like a king. Noble, regal, proud, wise, stern and collected. He exhumed rule and authority, Orys could never imagine doing the same thing.

"It's different for you, my friend. You were born to rule. I never... I never expected this. I thought, sure I'd take over Storm's End when my father passed. I'd serve as a lord, protect my keep and small folk but King? No... You were born a prince, trained since birth to rule. I was trained to ride a horse, swing a sword, bear a shield, kill my enemies but not rule."

Orys downed his cup and grimaced as the strong drink went down his throat. He wondered if his uncle had made the right choice. He wondered why his uncle had made the choice at all. It was true he had no true born children but surely there were better choices than he? His father for instance. Stannis was Robert's younger brother. Who better to inherit? Stannis was intelligent, justice minded and fair. He'd been Lord of Storm's End Orys' entire life. He knew how to rule, he would have made a resplendent king. What manner of king Orys would be was anybody's guess.

Before the two friends could talk any further a foreign beauty approached the pair. Orys did not recognize her but new instantly she was not maiden of the South Pacific. Her suntanned skin was almost perfectly bronzed and her hair was black as night. Her eyes were exotic and haunted, her build curvaceous but only just so. She was no buxom lass but instead a elegantly built woman.

"Good evening."

She said with a bow.

"I am Pr-Queen Tenanye Ananse, A pleasure to meet you both."

Her words were spoken softly and her smile was softer still. Orys found himself put at ease, even if it was just for a moment.

"The pleasure is ours I assure you, Your Grace."

Orys said only after he rose. Instinctively he bowed and wondered if princes were supposed to bow. Given as he wasn't certain he figured it best to be corrected if he was wrong rather than refrain from doing so and being thought of as rude. After he straitened himself he introduced himself to the foreign Queen.

"I am... Prince Orys Baratheon."

The epithet felt alien on his tongue yet Orys swallowed it all the same. He'd need to get used to it.

While the royals greeted each other a smuggler danced with a pirate. Davos tried his best to act natural but his nerves and concern were getting the better of him.

"I was always concerned for you, I still am. Why do you think I...."

Davos didn't have time to explain away a life time of bad decisions nor did he truly believe he could. All he could do was concern himself with the here and now and here and now Robyn could very well be getting herself in water hot enough to boil a crab.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is this job of yours, this employer."

Davos paused to glance around the tent to see if anyone was watching them. He felt like every eye in the kingdom was on them and knew what they were talking about. In truth not a single man, woman, child or dancing monkey noticed them.

"They caught you once and they can do it again. Next time... Robyn please, whatever this folly is drop it. Don't do it for me, do it for yourself. No good can come of it."

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Tenanye curtseied in return to Orys.

"I am Prince Orys Baratheon."He said, doubt hidden in his words. Tenanye could understand, empathize.

"Well, Your uncle seems to be under the impression that I could lighten your mood, What say you?" she asked as she took a seat beside him but a safe, friendly distance but enough that he could hear her soft voice over the merrymaking.

She looked around and found herself a bit overwhelmed. She didn't want to be away from Anansai but she had to. They needed help, desperately.

"I'd like to congratulate you on your heirship as well..." She said, but knowing the look on his face, it was probably the last thing he wanted to hear.





Robyn could only laugh as her mere presence had Davos paranoid.

"They caught you once, they can do it again. Next time..." He paused, and Robyn scoffed.


"Hardly."

"Robyn please, whatever this folly is drop it. Don't do it for me, do it for yourself, No good can come from it."

Robyn smiled, a genuine one. not the fake, wicked sneer she usually wore.

"My last 'folly' lead me to you." She said, uncharacteristically soft.

"Davos...I am wanted all over the world. do you really believe I'd let these tired knights and soldiers take me in so easily. Granted it was an ambush but I could escaped years ago. I stayed so I could see you, everyday." She said, honestly, a rare thing for her, being so honest. "With this new opportunity, I can disappear...you can come with me, and your wife and son. You don't belong here...You don't owe them anything." She said, her large brown eyes staring into his.[/font]

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Orys tried a smile, attempted one at least but it was weak and lack luster. He didn't want congratulations just then. He was still processing the revelation. The fact that everyone had seemingly just moved on from the shock of it helped not. He had found out he would be king not more than an hour ago. Since then the whole damned court has gotten good and drunk, has been dancing, singing and carrying on as if everything little thing in the world was as it should be. Yet to Orys Baratheon nothing could have been farther from the truth. The crushing responsibility that came with kingship was not something he took lightly. He would do his duty as his father had taught him but he feared how well he would be able to carry out his duty. Would he be a good king?

Turning back to his empty cup he called for more wine. The cup was refilled with the strong brew in mere moments. Another long sip to steady his nerves and the man that would one day be the future king fell into a brooding silence. His eyes drifted across the crowd of revelers. Nobles and lords, knights and ladies all dancing and enjoying the feast. He even spotted Davos dancing with a pretty woman he didn't recognize.

Davos however was not as carefree as he seemed to the crowned prince. No, in fact he was anything but. His mind and heart were at war with one another. Robyn wanted him to join her, to come with him but she didn't understand. Maybe she never did and never will.

"You're wrong lass."

He said sadly.

"I owe them everything, I owe him. Stannis raised me up. He gave me a future I could have never reached on my own, gave a future to my family I could have never given them. They have stability now, safety. They won't go hungry or wonder when the next supper will come, or if they will lose their husband and father to pirates or the city watch."

Davos sighed and stroked his beard.

"I did, we did what we did because we had no choice. Growing up in Flea Bottom what other options were open to us? But now my son squires for Lord Stannis, he'll be a knight one day. My wife dresses in finery she only ever dreamed of in Flea Bottom. We have a nice, squat keep in the Storm Land's that we call home. Is that what you want me to throw away? For what? So I can load up my son and wife on a cramped little boat under the cover of night and take off on the sea to do god's knows what for god's know who, putting them in constant danger? I don't want that for them any more than I want it for you."

His hands grabbed hers and their dancing stopped.

"Please, lass. You have a chance now. Take a ship and leave this mess behind, leave me behind. Forget about the old smuggler who gave you peaches, forget about Flea Bottom, forget about King's Landing. Forget it all and go live your life somewhere. I can't help you. I failed you already and now it's too late but you can still help yourself. Go across the sea, you're smart you can do anything you want. But don't do this, don't throw your life away."

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Robyn felt pressure behind her eyes. He went on and on about things he knew nothing about.

Did he think she'd ask him-no beg him to leave the lap of luxury for a ship?

He took her hands and they stopped.

"Please, lass. You have a chance now. Take a ship and leave this mess behind, leave me behind. Forget about the old smuggler who gave you peaches, forget about Flea Bottom, forget about King's Landing. Forget it all amd go live your life somewhere. I can't help you, I failed you already and now it's too late but you can still help yourself. Go across the sea, you're smart you can do anything you want. But don't do this, don't throw your life away."


Robyn blinked once and a lone tear rolled down her cheek as she looked at him wide eyed.

Her mouth opened but for a short moment nothing came out.

"H-how?" She began, her voice shaking. "How could I forget the only person, in the world who ever..." With that more tears followed. "You cared for me when no one did, How dare you tell me to forget you? I can't. It's not possible." She said, biting her lip to try to stop it's quivering.

She squeezed his hands and looked him in the eyes.

"I'd lay awake at night, praying you'd find me and you expect me to...forget...the closest thing I had to a father...to family...to anything?" She said, her voice cracking, her hands trembling.

"Davos, I took this job, because I can do just what you said, I can live my life in relative peace but I only want peace if you are there with me." She said, a small sob exiting her throat before she had time to catch it.

"I want to go with you..."


Robyn bit her lip, and her hands fell to her side

"Was it so easy to forget me?" She said quietly looking down at the floor, the same gesture she'd had done so long ago. "Was it? Leaving Flea Bottom, you could just leave me behind as easily as you claim I should. What was I to you? You had family, so what was I? Just a good deed? I don't understand, Make me understand because, you sit here and you tell me to forget, like it is simple..." She said her voice rising some as she glared at him but not enough to call attention to them. " Like you meant nothing to me, like everything I ever did since breaking out of that damned cage, in hopes of finding you, meant nothing!" She said and damn near bit her tongue at the rate her teeth were chattering.

She wrapped her arms around herself, shivering, tears rolling down her bronze cheeks as she closed her eyes. "I tried...but...I can't..."

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed by falling tears. "I love you..." She said. "Did you ever love me?"



Tenanye looked over at Orys as he ordered for another drink.

She looked down. "My apologizes..." She said. "The look on your face is nothing of a happy one, I could only assume that it had to due with you beco ing heir so suddenly but I felt it would be rude not to say." She said and looked around the room.

The people of Anansai were shameless revelers, Tenanye herself loved to dance but now, with her current state of mind, it was all just a bunch of noise and nonsense.

"Atleast you aren't alone..."

"As I was..." she added in her head. With that a small house spider crawled up from underneath the dias, it's web had been brushed away it seemed to. Tenanye smiled and scooped the lone spider into her palm and watched as it examined her skin.

Tenanye sighed melancholically watching the spider, feeling as if she knew just how the spider felt, it's home destroyed and now would work tirelessly to repair the damage.

Tenanye felt a yawn and turned. She hadn't the slightest idea of when she last slept, and while mediation helped, it was far from the same as sleep. "Pardon me." She said and smiled some as she set the spider down.

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Moloch, King's Landing

Moloch looked upon his old friend, allowing kindness to seep into his features. It was not often that he could afford to show compassion without the undercurrent of command in his tone, but here, among his friends and equals, he felt he could. He gripped Orys' arm.

"Do you think I came to my throne under ideal circumstances? My parents were murdered and my own nobles plotted with our enemies to usurp the throne. I was armed only with my intellect and force of will to oppose my enemies and protect my city, my people, and my little brother. If I couldn't rally my people to war at that time, I do not doubt that I would not be alive right now."

He paused for a moment, smiling slightly at his friend, "Of course, you would say that I couldn't have done it without your uncle's support and you would be right. My army was superior, but outnumbered. But, you will not be alone either. You have your uncle, your father, and the love of your people. Lord Stannis disagrees with his brother nine times out of ten if I recall correctly, but he is always there for him. How much more would he be there for you, his own son and one of the few people he values outside of Ser Jorah?

"You also give yourself too little credit. You are an incredible warrior. I would be hard-pressed to defeat you in battle. You excel on and off the battlefield. You are wise and just. You have your father's mind, but you have your uncle's heart. It is a potent combination. The gods favor you. And, if it comes down to it, you will always have me as a friend."

He allowed his words to hang in the air for a moment. He eyed Princess Kenna across the room as well as Queen Amelia. He was beginning to have his suspicions about just who was joining her, but he had no definite proof yet. He continued, his voice sterner this time, but not accusatory. Rather, he was totally honest.

"But you will have to make difficult choices, Orys. Will you be willing to betray me if my enemies are more numerous and powerful than before? What if Queen Amelia rode out against me at Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic Kingdom? Would you join me? Her? Or will you find a way to dissuade her?"

Again, Moloch looked on Orys with compassion, "Don't worry, though. No matter what happens, I will always consider you my friend."

Western Desert
Caliphate of Andalusia


The desert was everything Kallias had read about. The sun scorched the desert with its light an one could see for miles. He and his men sweated beneath their heavy armor and it was only thanks to their Andalusian guide that they had not gotten lost or become dehydrated as he directed them to the oases hidden in the desert. Kallis did not complain once. Despite his luxurious upbringing, he was too enamored with the beauty around him to care about his discomfort. He even ordered a rest at dusk so he could watch the sun set.

"It is beautiful. You say that you can guide us using the stars?" Kallias asked. The guide had donned his country's clothes and Kallias could not help but mark how at ease he looked in his turban and loose clothes.

"Yes, my prince. My people had learn to use stars Al-'Uzzá made. The sands move," his guide stated.

They had rested only a couple hours when they set out again. They had traveled only a while before they ere hailed by a contingent of the Caliphate's soldiers. Kallias grinned and waved at them.

"Of course! Come close! I am Prince Kallias of Drake, here to pay my respects to your Caliph!"

The company's old magi grunted. The prince could play the diplomat, he'd give the boy that. Still, he was far too reckless.

Caliphate of Andalusia

Farid stood nervously outside the door leading to the Caliph's rooms. He was aware that the Caliph could easily order his death if he displeased him. The tales that the older servants told about the current Caliph's father was still used as a bedtime story to teach the younger servants and slaves to behave. His mother hadn't liked him to hear them, but she could never stop him from listening, especially now that she was dead.

Still, it was past sundown and he was ordered to bring the Caliph and the general visiting him refreshments. If the Caliph was displeased, he felt that he wouldn't blame him and, who knows, he might catch a glimpse of Princess Zahida. He knocked the on the door and held the tray in front of him.

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Character Portrait: Orys Baratheon Character Portrait: Kenna Caitlin Character Portrait: Davina Mikaelson Character Portrait: Amelia Stormborn Character Portrait: Captian Robyn Sheva of the Harbinger Character Portrait: Queen Tenanye Ananse Character Portrait: Moloch Markus Character Portrait: Deacon Lesseth
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Orys could not help but stare at his friend, the king of Drake. His words had struck him like a slap to the face, a slap that shakes a complaining child from a tantrum. He was right, with the casual calm resolve that made Moloch famous he was right. While Orys had been sitting their whining like a boy he was a man that most of the kingdom looked up to. A warrior that had proven himself time and time again on the battlefield. A commander who had been able to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat when lesser plans were lost in the winds of chaos. A champion to the people and a hero to the realm yet above all these things he was a Baratheon.

While the Westerlands had it's Gold, the Reach had it's fertile soil or Drake had it's dragon bones the Storm Lands where the Baratheon's hail from have only one thing in abundance, strife. The Storm Lands have no gold or silver in it's stone nor nourishing soil with which to plant crops. It's land is unforgiving and bleak, a land of wicked storms and hard stone. It is as a direct result of this that the House Baratheon has produced such hardy and fierce men. From the first Baratheon, Durren Baratheon who slew a mountain god to claim his home and lady love, to Axel the Conqueror who united the whole of the South Pacific beneath the might of his armies to even his own uncle Robert, the war hero who fought to keep his throne and expel the traitors from his realm. He was from a line of conquerors, from warrior kings. Perhaps the blood of the stag bred not just strength in men but the ability to rule.

A fire sparked in Orys' eyes as his mind and heart filled with resolve and determination. Yet as Moloch spoke something he said gave the son of Stannis pause.

"But you will have to make difficult choices, Orys. Will you be willing to betray me if my enemies are more numerous and powerful than before? What if Queen Amelia rode out against me at Princess Kenna of the South Atlantic Kingdom? Would you join me? Her? Or will you find a way to dissuade her? Don't worry, though. No matter what happens, I will always consider you my friend."

Orys turned to Moloch and locked his gaze with his closest friend, the king and the future king.

"I have no brothers of my own Moloch, only a sister who is still a child. You have fought beside me, bled beside me, those are not things easily cast aside for the pretty smile of a woman. Amelia is my friend as you are but I would never stand against either of you. If she ever joined against you I would ensure it never came to bloodshed, you have my word on that. As for Kenna, or any of the others.... You are my brother now and always, in victory and defeat. By the Old Gods and The New I swear it."

Orys grasped Moloch's forearm and shook it firmly in friendship.

Oaths of friendship and brotherhood were being made by the royals but down below on the dancing floor where a smuggler twirled with a pirate danger loomed. Two knights wreathed in armor of sterling white and polished silver approached, putting a hand on either shoulder of the woman.

"What's the meaning of this, then?"

Davos asked in terror. One of the Knights of the King's guard scowled at him from behind his helm.

"This is no business of yours Onion Knight, this one is to come with us."

Davos was not about to let them just haul her off, his hand grasped hers and he clenched his fist.

"I am the sworn shield of Lord Stannis Baratheon of Storm's End, brother to the king, perhaps we should find out what his lordship thinks of this random arrest with no cause. This woman has done no crime."

The knights seemed ill moved.

"Tell your lord then, makes little difference. Our orders come from the Queen herself."

Davos' eyes went wide, he knew his hope was lost. At least for the moment. He looked at Robyn and he knew the look staring back at him, betrayal. She would no doubt see this as another betrayal but she would never see that he never wanted this. He had no way of knowing. He would have to find out what the queen wanted with Robyn and quickly if he had any hopes of saving her life. Davos begrudgingly released his hold on Robyn's hand and the knights led her out of the pavilion and up to the Red Keep.

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Moloch paused for a moment, considering Orys' words. He was unwilling to fight either of them. That could be a problem. However, that didn't mean Orys couldn't aid him against the South Atlantic Kingdom. He could still attack Princess Kenna's forces. Then there was the Caliphate...

"I am Ariana of Atlantia, Queen of the Empire of Atlantia and here to meet with the kings and princes of the land, to usher peace and trade with them."

Moloch looked up, interested in the young queen before him. He had heard of Atlantia, though the empire had been in decline recently. However, this was a new monarch. It was curious how many of the crowned heads of the world were of similar age. Perhaps it was the plan of the gods.

"Greeteings, Queen Ariana. I am Moloch, King of the Drake Kingdom. We are always happy to greet another people in trade and friendship. I trust you had a pleasant journey here? Beside me is Prince Orys, heir to the South Pacific Kingdom, and Queen Tenanye of the Anansi."

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Western Desert
Caliphate of Andalusia


The Caliphs soldiers approached in the darkness, watching for any signs of treachery. As they drew closer the horses of the Drake men shied away from the camels, a common occurrence for camels are not only much larger than a horse but their smell is very foreign as well. Saheeb had drawn a small golden figurine from under his robes and now, as they halted a dozen paces from the Drake Knights he murmured several words to the figurine and tossed it to the sand.

In an instant the golden figure had seemingly melted into the sand and a woman’s figure rose, a sandy shape that walked forward several paces and then bowed most correctly to Prince Kallias. Then it spoke flawlessly in the Common tongue.

“Prince Kallias. You are most welcome to the Caliphate of Andalusia. The Caliph himself is aware of your coming and has asked me to direct you to Al Qasr.” The sand woman’s face was finely formed and almost beautiful in the moonlight that now washed across her. “These soldiers will provide you an escort to the Western Gateway where I will greet you personally. Until then my lord.”

The figure offered another bow and in an instant vanished into the sand again as if it had never been.


Sevilla
Caliphate of Andalusia


The knock on the towers lower door came as the sun was dipping on the horizon. The Caliph sighed and stretched his back as he listened to the exchange between the serving boy and the bodyguard. Farid was prized for his ability to do his duties quietly and without comment, a skill the Caliph prized in any servant but few could accomplish so well.

The General didn’t even glance up from where he was writing as the serving boy and a bodyguard appeared on the tower roof. The Caliph noted the look of amazement on the boys face and smiled to himself, he doubted the boy had ever been to the top of the Caliphs Tower before, the view was an incredible one.

A pot of steaming mint green tea was placed with two cups, then the boy bowed and backed away without a word, vanishing back into the tower with the bodyguard. Once the door had closed again the Caliph stood, stepping to the edge of the tower rampart and looking down over the city far below.

“We have built some amazing wonders in this desert land.” He said aloud and heard the General stand and made room for the other man to join him.

“Yes we have lord. It is no wonder they call this land the Jewel of the South.”

They were silent again until a sudden swirl of air made them both turn and a female shape formed itself before them. It bowed low to the Caliph who nodded in return.

“My lord Caliph, a Prince of the Drake Kingdom has crossed into our lands under the guidance of an Andalusian. One of our patrols has intercepted him. I welcomed him in your name and directed him to Al Qasr to await you orders.”

“Thank you Priestess. Please inform your sisters there that I will require a portal for myself by this evening. My personal regiment is also to transport to the city. We must greet this Drake Princling in the style I am sure he expects.”

“My lord.” The figure bowed again and vanished into nothing.

“A Prince of the Drake Kingdom…” The Caliph mused as he looked Westwards. “I wonder what mischief is brewing in the west to bring a man like this to our land.”


The South Pacific Kingdom

A woman moved through the crowd, a smile on her face that would have charmed the birds from the trees. She was shorter then the Western women by several inches but her beauty was undeniable. An hour glass figure, long black hair that fell to her waist in long curls, and slightly tanned skin that highlighted startlingly blue eyes.

She offered smiles to all and exchanged words with any who approached her. She bore no marks of a nation though it would be plain she was not a local, perhaps a citizen of the Triphate.

There was nothing sinister in her actions for all she did was listen, quietly marking everything she heard and saw. The alliances that formed, the word play between nobles, the glances and their implied meanings, all of it.

The Caliph had suspected that war might be in the offing and she was certain now that he had been right and that the lines were being drawn in the sand, and sides chosen. She knew well that the Caliph would not commit his own armies to any “White War” as he called them, but the Caliphate would eventually be affected one war or another.

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South Pacific

"Greeteings, Queen Ariana. I am Moloch, King of the Drake Kingdom. We are always happy to greet another people in trade and friendship. I trust you had a pleasant journey here? Beside me is Prince Orys, heir to the South Pacific Kingdom, and Queen Tenanye of the Anansi."

Ariana smiled and spoke "Glad to meet you all, though the queen of the Anansi will have to forgive my lack of knowage of her people. No records of them in my halls..guess now I have a chance to change that" she smiled a bit before changing the subject "As for my trip it was well other then the Storm. It delayed our coming..much to the disappointment of my warriors. Many wished to test honor and skill in the arena."
She smiled once more as she looked to Orys almost flirtly as she spoke "Though I hear a great and strong man won.
Ariana then blushed realizing what she had said "one glass and i speak to much" she laughed setting the empty wine glass down. "So now i ask how fares ye three?" she asks hoping to change the subject.


City of New Atlantia

The grand captial of the Atlantian empire rose form the shores of the mexican bay and the great United Ocean. It's grand towers and temples rose high into the night sky with the moonlight glowing off of their silver roofs. New Atlantia named after the old captial built on the great islands. built to rule the empire as it grew and now vastly outshining her old sister.
But some sisters don't want the light of their elders. So sits Sylvia sister of Ariana alone in a dark tomb her eyes closed as she meditates. The silence is broken by the creaking sound of the crypt door and the sound of armored feet.
"I knew i'd find you here" spoke an armored man"Many matters require you..."
"Oh do shut up Desimus, you know well i have no desire for this"
"Desire or not it is your duty as your sister's hier"
"A job i never wanted" Sylvia sighed "But for my sister...Gods I hope she finds some prince to fill her with brat on this damn outing of hers"
Desimus just gave an akward look until Sylvia led the way out of the tomb.

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"Greetings, Queen Ariana. I am Moloch, King of the Drake Kingdom. We are always happy to greet another people in trade and friendship. I trust you had a pleasant journey here? Beside me is Prince Orys, heir to the South Pacific Kingdom, and Queen Tenanye of the Anansai." Tenanye nodded graciously. The Anansai people are a peaceful people, yet they were not ignorant, Tenanye was breifed on all Nations with a Monarchy. She knew of the Atlantians, she did not expect the same. When she were young, she thought they were Mer, like her Mother's Family were Fae.

"Glad to meet you all, though the queen of the Anansai will have to forgive my lack of knowledge of her people. No records of them in my halls..guess now I have a chance to change that" she smiled a bit and Tenanye nodded." Surely we will" She agreed and Ariana continued her attention to Moloch. "As for my trip it was well other then the Storm. It delayed our coming..much to the disappointment of my warriors. Many wished to test honor and skill in the arena."

Tenanye found her mind wander for a moment, wondering how her people were fairing without her.

"Though I hear a great and strong man won. The Queen said with a blushed. Tenanye felt a twinge of jealously but it faded as she went on about the wine.
"one glass and i speak to much" she laughed setting the empty wine glass down. Tenanye smiled stiffly. "So now i ask how fares ye three?"

"A little tired, but well, Thank you for asking." Tenanye spoke softly.

it was then her Advisor Qi sauntered over,clearly having his share of wineskin but managing.

"Milady,It seems that a Priestess from Andalusia has made an appearance "He whispered and Tenanye nodded. " Alright, Go, Make our presence known, I've been curious about them for some time now." She said, quietly and Qi nodded. "As you wish, Milady." He said and slipped away, toward the Priestess.

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#, as written by Arik223
It was a long day, a very long one indeed. Deacon was getting bored with the tourney, what kind of event is this without blood? Deacon smiled non-the-less, he knew how to put on a false face. The day was coming to an end and Deacon finally got the excitement he needed. Orys was crowned heir, this was a turn of events for sure. Orys was strong and brave, a worthy opponent in battle. Robert on the other hand, was old and fat. He wouldn't last a minute. Things were turning up. There was to be celebration afterwards, and Deacon would go home first to meet with Syrus about today's affairs. Unfortunately Deacon missed the captain, but it didn't matter, there would be time later. For now, they would go drink and meet kings and queens.

Deacon, Syrus and Leon entered the party a little late. People have already arrived that Deacon was expecting long ago. First order of business would be to congratulate the new heir to the throne, and maybe get a word or two with Moloch if times allows it. Deacon waved at Leon, and Leon pulled out an expensive bottle of wine from his satchel. Deacon held it in his hand and approached Orys. He was suddenly stopped by Syrus who motioned towards a lady in a red dress being arrested. He didn't have to say more, Deacon knew who she was. He nodded at Syrus and Syrus was on his way. Deacon approached the prince and respectfully bowed. "Fine showing today Prince Orys. I would like to congratulate you from the behalf of entire Fuarian lands, and present you with an ancient Fuarian wine. You will find that there is non other like this one." He looked at Moloch with a sinister smile, "King Moloch" he gave a short bow and then looked at the two new arrivals. Two strong queens, with their own perils. This could be exploited. "Ah Queen Tenanye and Queen Ariana, what a pleasure it is to finally meet the both of you." He bowed yet again. His damn back was hurting from all this nonsensical bowing. "My name is King Deacon of Fuaria, as I am sure you may have heard." Deacon was fully aware of who the two were.




Syrus made his way through the crowd, he didn't have his nickname for nothing, he knew how to hide and not be seen. He walked infront of Captain Sheva and made sure she saw him, he doubled back and hid in the crowd. He followed Captain Sheva and the guards up the red keep, this was a mighty stupid idea. If anyone would see him it would be an immediate declaration of war. Two guards he could kill and no one would realize, but things got a little complicated when the queen stood right there. Sheva made her own escape, dropping both guards to the floor in an instant. Deacon made a right decision recruiting her, she would be a very strong ally. Syrus wouldn't make any rash movements, he stayed far enough to not be seen, but close enough to hear what they would say.